Lisa in New Zealand XI

This story is a continuation of the Lisa in New Zealand series. I hope you enjoy it. As always, your comments are most welcomed and looked forward to.

Thanks,
Beth.

With lots of hugs and tears, Lisa Reinker said good bye for the last time to her host family, the Garrets, and boarded the plane in Auckland, New Zealand to begin the nearly twenty-four hour trip back home to Texas. As much as she knew that she would miss her host family, especially having sisters, Lisa was looking forward with joy to seeing her own parents for the first time in a year. On a Wednesday afternoon in January, the Reinker family was reunited, also with hugs and tears, in the Dallas airport. Lisa didn't think she'd ever cried so much in one day, and in front of others, no less, unless maybe it was the last time that Mum had spanked her less than a week before.

As happy as she was to be with her parents again, Lisa also was looking forward to meeting with her old friends and catching up on the last year. She arranged to go out with a group that Friday night. The plans included dinner, a movie, and maybe going to a coffee shop afterwards to visit some more. Lisa had turned seventeen while in New Zealand, and she was looking forward to officially seeing her first R rated movie almost as much as she was looking forward to seeing her friends.

"Now remember, Lisa," her dad told her as she was about to leave, "I want you home no later than 11:00." Lisa groaned and rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't take that attitude with me, Lisa Anne, if I were you," he continued more sharply. "You're still suffering from jet lag and you start school on Monday. You need to get back into a regular routine on our clock."

"Yes, Sir," Lisa replied respectfully as she headed out the door. She didn't want him to cancel her plans before they had even started. She would try to get back by 11:00, she thought to herself, but if she didn't, she wouldn't worry about it. If she were still in New Zealand, no way would she have thought about breaking curfew. The spanking her host father had given her back in September had convinced her of that. Even that little bit of cheek she had displayed to her dad might well have earned her a trip over a knee for a slippering, she mused. But she was safely back home, in the land of no parental spanking. Her parents hadn't spanked her since she was six. In fact, they had never even grounded her. If she broke curfew, she knew she would get a long lecture, but it would be worth it to have the extra time with her friends.

By the time the movie let out and they got to the all-night coffee shop nearby, it was after 10:00. Lisa's friends didn't have to be home until midnight, so Lisa decided, probably for the first time in her life, that she would deliberately disobey her parents and break curfew. The tinge of guilt that she felt soon went away as the group began to talk about school. The school had a new principal who was a lot more strict than the last one, her friends told her. Some of the girls were also on the soccer team and told her about the new soccer coach, Coach Tovar. She really knew her stuff, but she was a lot more unforgiving than the old coach. None of the girls would go into details about how much more strict things had become both in school and soccer. They didn't want to frighten Lisa, and after all, she was so well behaved and such a hard worker in sports that they figured she had nothing to worry about.

It was nearly twelve, so the group paid their bill and departed. Lisa dropped off a couple of friends and then made her way home. It was 12:15 when she walked in the house. Her dad was waiting up for her and he looked both worried and furious.

"Lisa Anne Reinker! Where have you been? Do you know what time it is? Your mother is worried sick! It's the first time you've driven at night in over a year and we were afraid that you had been in an accident," her dad practically shouted. The questions had come so fast that Lisa didn't have time to answer them. She found herself instinctively clutching her bottom even though she knew her bottom was safe from harm.

"I'm sorry Sir," Lisa finally said once her dad had finished his tirade. "I just lost track of time. We had so much catching up to do, and before I knew it, it was almost midnight.." Lisa did her best to look remorseful even though she knew what she said was a lie, and she was a terrible liar, especially to her parents.

"If you had broken curfew in New Zealand, young lady," her dad asked her, "what would your host parents have done?"

The question took her by surprise. She knew exactly what her host parents would have done. That was why she was clutching her bottom. The question was, did her own parents know what would have happened to her? Surely they wouldn't start spanking her again, not after eleven years, so she decided to tell the truth. "I would have been spanked, Dad," she finally answered.

Unknown to Lisa, her parents knew about all of the spankings she had received, except for the last one which Mum decided to keep secret. Early in her stay, before Lisa ever gave them cause to discipline her, her host parents had written the Reinkers asking how Lisa should be punished should the need arise. They explained how their own children received bare bottom spankings with either the slipper or the strap when they misbehaved, but they would understand if the Reinkers did not want their own daughter to be spanked. The Reinkers replied that although Lisa had not been spanked in years, and never bare bottom, they had their blessing to punish Lisa the same as their own children. They just asked to be informed if Lisa were ever spanked. Knowing how well behaved their only child was, they didn't anticipate her ever earning a spanking. Needless to say, they were rather surprised to get periodic reports of Lisa being slippered or strapped. They began to wonder if they had been too lenient on her and vowed to change things when she returned.

"I'm glad you were truthful, Lisa," her dad told her. "I want you to assume the same position over the couch as you did for Mr. Garret when you broke curfew in New Zealand." Her father then began to unbuckle his belt.

"Dad, No!" Lisa shouted. This couldn't be happening to her. "You can't spank me! You haven't spanked me in years! I'm too old! Please, Dad, you just can't!"

"If I were you," her dad said with anger clearly in his voice, "I would use a more respectful tone. It may have been eleven years since the last time I spanked you, but you are not too old to be spanked, and you won't be too old for a spanking as long as you live under my roof and I am paying the bills. Now Move!"

Lisa had never seen her dad that angry. She didn't want to be spanked, but she was afraid of what he might do if she didn't obey. With shaking fingers, Lisa unfastened her jeans and pulled both her pants and panties down to her knees. She then bent over the couch and waited for the first blow. She didn't have to wait long. CRACK! Lisa howled and grabbed her bottom. CRACK! The next blow stuck her thighs since her hands were blocking her bottom. She howled even louder.

"If you don't want the rest of this spanking to be on your legs, then I suggest you move your hands," her dad said angrily. Lisa quickly complied. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Her dad may have never spanked her with a belt before, but it sure didn't seem like it. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Although Lisa had taken similar spankings in complete silence, she made no effort to be brave this time. Her cries filled the house.

Back in their bedroom, Lisa's mother cringed every time she heard the belt strike her only child's bottom. Although she and her husband had discussed this many times before Lisa left New Zealand and she was in total agreement that Lisa deserved and needed this spanking, it made her shudder to hear her daughter in such pain. Soon tears were rolling down Mrs. Reinker's eyes as the spanking continued in the living room.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry," Lisa sobbed. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "I'll be on time, Daddy, I promise." CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Although Lisa would never have guessed it, this spanking was tearing her dad up on the inside, too. It was breaking his heart to have to spank his little girl, especially with a belt on her bare bottom, but he couldn't have her thinking that she could do as she pleased now that she was back home. He could see it in her eyes before she left that she intended to break curfew. If he had had any doubts about the need to spank her before, her actions had answered them for him.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! By now Lisa had stopped pleading and was crying uncontrollably over the couch. As much as it was hurting him, Mr. Reinker was determined to give Lisa the same three dozen licks her host father had given her. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Finally it was over. Lisa made no effort to get up; she was crying too hard. Her dad went to her and carefully raised her panties. He then helped his only child up and held her tightly in his arms as she cried into his chest.

"I'm so sorry that I had to spank you, Lisa," he said in a husky voice. "Please don't make me have to do that again." A tear slowly trickled down his face.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry," Lisa answered with renewed tears.

"Hush, now," her dad said gently. "It's time you got to bed." Her dad gave her another hug, kissed her on the forehead, and sent her off to bed. Once she was out of the room, he wiped his eyes and blew his nose. He had no idea that it could hurt a father so much to spank his child. He hoped that Lisa would never put him through that again.